Taxxx
I tell her pick me up
She pick me up, I tell her top me off
She top me off, I tell her smoke me out
She smoke me out, I tell her drop me off
She drop me off
Used to only have a few fans
Now, bitch I'm poppin'
Used to have no hoes
Bitch, now I got some options
Pull up with the flex
Pull Up with the flex
Then she give me neck
Then she give me neck
One thing I done learned in life these hoes be fuckin' for a check
Pulling ratchet bitches off of Instagram
Fuck a Boujee groupie in my dirty vans
I need cash, racks, loot, bills, stacks, bank notes, dollar bills and a lotta bands. Aye
You can text me, I won't text you back
I be getting head, while I take a nap
She top me off, I don't know her name
You should get some money, cause you're hella lame
She let me fuck on the first date, and we ain't even go on a date
Wildin' with a lot of disrespect, I be looking like a fuckin' bet
She gave neck to the whole set, her boyfriend so upset
Wake up in a bitch throat, god damn I got no chills
She told me she love money, so I fucked her with some hundred dollar bills
Wake up in a bitch throat, god damn I got no chills
She told me that she love money, so I had to fuck her with some hundred dollar bills
She pick me up, I tell her top me off
She top me off, I tell her smoke me out
She smoke me out, I tell her drop me off
She drop me off
Used to only have a few fans
Now, bitch I'm poppin'
Used to have no hoes
Bitch, now I got some options
Pull up with the flex
Pull Up with the flex
Then she give me neck
Then she give me neck
One thing I done learned in life these hoes be fuckin' for a check
Pulling ratchet bitches off of Instagram
Fuck a Boujee groupie in my dirty vans
I need cash, racks, loot, bills, stacks, bank notes, dollar bills and a lotta bands. Aye
You can text me, I won't text you back
I be getting head, while I take a nap
She top me off, I don't know her name
You should get some money, cause you're hella lame
She let me fuck on the first date, and we ain't even go on a date
Wildin' with a lot of disrespect, I be looking like a fuckin' bet
She gave neck to the whole set, her boyfriend so upset
Wake up in a bitch throat, god damn I got no chills
She told me she love money, so I fucked her with some hundred dollar bills
Wake up in a bitch throat, god damn I got no chills
She told me that she love money, so I had to fuck her with some hundred dollar bills
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Writer(s): Blaine Pilgrim
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